The Alpha’s Slave

BRIANNA’S POV

“For how long have you been in this castle?”

“For a few months… I guess,”

She lowered her head to write something down, then lifted it with an irritated exhale, like a teacher dealing with a challenging student.

“I thought I made it very clear that your total compliance and honesty are needed in this interrogation. I don’t need guesses or half answers or word fillers. All I need from you right now is concise straightforward answers. Are you with me?” she looked at me like she was instructing a kid.

If I wasn’t mistaken, she was being mean. Why was she making things so tough for me, as if I caused all her problems? It seemed like she just wanted me to confess to killing Catherine, so she could arrest me and move on.

“Four months,” I said, hiding my annoyance. “I have been here for four months.”

“Good,” she muttered and scribbled it down.

“Can you tell me about Alpha Sebastian and Luna Catherine’s relationship over your time here? Were they happy or facing issues? Share everything you know,” she asked, fully focused, resting her clenched fist on her jaw, which looked rather too sharp and square for a lady.

I felt my breath reflexively suck itself in. I swallowed hard to overcome the impact so as not to start coughing uncontrollably. That’ll seem stupid and suspicious. And Sebastian was here, staring.

I looked at him, and he seemed really angry like he wanted to rip this detective’s face from her body. When our eyes met, he swiftly hid his emotions and acted like nothing was going on.

But I could sense something was bothering him. All this was eating him up. It looked like the detective saw him as the main suspect, hoping I’d reveal something so she could take him in immediately. But I won’t do that. I won’t betray Sebastian. I won’t fail him just as he has never failed me before. He always came through for me whenever I needed him. And now, I’ll return the favour without holding back. It’s not like he killed Catherine. Even though I lost consciousness and didn’t see everything fully, I believed him. Sebastian would never lie to me much less kill anyone.

I turned to the detective, my jaw firmly set. I wanted to answer her question when she asked;

“Miss Brianna, are you feeling pressured, threatened, or blackmailed by anyone in or outside the castle? If you are, please let me know. You don’t need to worry; we’ll make sure you’re safe.”

“What?…no, I’m not?!” I scoffed, my features etching with disbelief.

But she wasn’t convinced, so she turned her frustration and tantrum towards Sebastian.

“Alpha Sebastian, your being here is putting my witness in a distressed state. I’ll appreciate it if you can please step out until we’re done?” She raised an eyebrow with noticeable sarcasm. I couldn’t help but be startled by how blunt and direct she was. How she spoke and asked for favours in a way that made one’s blood boil.

What distressed state? I nearly ran mad with shock and confusion. Sebastian’s presence was everything I needed and more. It wasn’t putting me in any distressed state. What the fuck was wrong with this lady?!

Sebastian unfolded his arms and let out an exasperated sigh. He kept shaking his head as if he was stopping himself from doing something that would be disastrous.

“Okay,” he raised his hand, giving in as he was about to leave reluctantly. My eyes gleamed with worry; I didn’t want him to go. I didn’t want to be left alone with this mean manipulator. “I’m leaving, but I want you to know she’s not being threatened, pressured or blackmailed by anyone, especially me,” he emphasized, giving the lady a stern look.

“She’s sitting right here to speak for herself,” the detective replied, matching his tone and stare. “You or anyone else don’t have the right to speak for her.”

Sebastian shook his head and huffed out an audible breath, getting angrier and more frustrated. He left, almost slamming the door behind him.

My brows furrowed with more worry. I glanced away, feeling a mix of pain and anger, trying to calm my frustrated breaths. Now that he was gone, I had no idea what this woman had in store for me. She was very manipulative and mean. But I’ll do my best not to let her get to me.

“Are you okay, Miss Brianna?” She quirked her brow questioningly as I looked at her, her eagle eyes searching my face suspiciously. She couldn’t wait to crack me up.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Yes,” I answered firmly, keeping my feelings hidden from her.

“Good to know. Now, back to my question. So how would you describe their relationship?”

As far as I know, Sebastian and Catherine lived happily together until I came along. Catherine got insecure and jealous and crazy and things went haywire. But I won’t reveal it that way. I won’t say anything that might make Sebastian look guilty or put him at risk of getting arrested.

“As you mentioned before, I tried to escape and got locked up for months. So, I wasn’t privy to many details about their private lives. But from the little I know, they lived as a married couple should.” I stated confidently like I was in an interview for a very important job, keeping my gaze steady.

She sighed then frowned, lifting her lips in a displeased and mocking manner, as if saying, ‘You think you’re tough and smart, huh? Just wait and see.’ Then she lowered her head and scribbled.

I tried to peep at what she was writing, but couldn’t see anything. Her writing was fast and way too tiny.

“Others in the castle shared their accounts of the murder, but as you were at the centre of it, I want to hear your side of the story,” her gaze intensified, piercing through me like a nail through a wall.

“It was late at night in the cell room. I was getting ready to sleep when Luna Catherine walked in with a gun, threatening me. Just as she was about to pull the trigger, Sebastian rushed in and stopped her. He tried to grab the gun, but she resisted. They struggled, and she accidentally shot…herself,” I explained straightforwardly, not holding back any details.

“Well, well, well,” a smug smirk played on her lips, her interest aroused. “Now, the big question is, where did she get the gun, and why did she want to kill you? Was there some kind of dispute between you two?”